Danielle (and what I never got to tell her)

Danielle's my favorite teacher

I'd tell her all the time

If she wasn't far too busy

Keeping me from knives

She told me that she loved me

And when I asked her "why?"

She cocked her head and looked at me

And sighed heartbroken sighs 

When I'd get sick she'd call me

I'd tell her there's no need

But she would laugh and whisper

"But you mean so much to me!"

Danielle knew who I really was

I screamed it to her once

But she insists on thinking

I am worthy of her love

Danielle's my favorite teacher

I'd tell her all the time

If I wasn't terribly busy

Lost in my own mind

 

 

 

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